“I can call spirits from the vasty deep,” he said again. And then, changing his voice and manner a little, he answered himself. “Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?”
“Shakespeare?” she guessed.
He grinned at her. She thought of the way a cat smiles at the creature it is toying with. “That’s always the best guess when a European is doing the quoting,” he said.
“The quotation is funny,” she said. “A man brags that he can summon the dead. But the other man says that the trick is not calling, but rather getting them to come.”
He laughed. “What a way you have with humor.”
“This quotation means something to you, because Ender called you forth from the dead.”
He looked startled. “How did you know?”
She felt a thrill of fear. Was it possible? “I did not know, I was making a joke.”
“Well, it’s not true. Not literally. He didn’t raise the dead. Though he no doubt thinks he could, if the need arose.” Peter sighed. “I’m being nasty. The words just come to my mind. I don’t mean them. They just come.”
“It is possible to have words come to your mind, and still refrain from speaking them aloud.”
He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t trained for servility, the way you were.”
So this was the attitude of one who came from a world of free people — to sneer at one who had been a servant through no fault of her own. “I was trained to keep unpleasant words to myself as a matter of courtesy,” she said. “But perhaps to you, that is just another form of servility.”
“As I said, Royal Mother of the West, nastiness comes unbidden to my mouth.”
“I am not the Royal Mother,” said Wang-mu. “The name was a cruel joke –”
“And only a very nasty person would mock you for it.” Peter grinned. “But I’m named for the Hegemon. I thought perhaps bearing ludicrously overwrought names was something we might have in common.”
She sat silently, entertaining the possibility that he might have been trying to make friends.
“I came into existence,” he said, “only a short while ago. A matter of weeks. I thought you should know that about me.”
She didn’t understand.
“You know how this starship works?” he said.
Now he was leaping from subject to subject. Testing her. Well, she had had enough of being tested. “Apparently one sits within it and is examined by rude strangers,” she said.
He smiled and nodded. “Give as good as you get. Ender told me you were nobody’s servant.”
“I was the true and faithful servant of Qing-jao. I hope Ender did not lie to you about that.”
He brushed away her literalism. “A mind of your own.” Again his eyes sized her up; again she felt utterly comprehended by his lingering glance, as she had felt when he first looked at her beside the river. “Wang-mu, I am not speaking metaphorically when I tell you I was only just made. Made, you understand, not born. And the way I was made has much to do with how this starship works. I don’t want to bore you by explaining things you already understand, but you must know what — not who — I am in order to understand why I need you with me. So I ask again — do you know how this starship works?”
She nodded. “I think so. Jane, the being who dwells in computers, she holds in her mind as perfect a picture as she can of the starship and all who are within it. The people also hold their own picture of themselves and who they are and so on. Then she moves everything from the real world to a place of nothingness, which takes no time at all, and then brings it back into reality in whatever place she chooses. Which also takes no time. So instead of starships taking years to get from world to world, it happens in an instant.”
Peter nodded. “Very good. Except what you have to understand is that during the time that the starship is Outside, it isn’t surrounded by nothingness. Instead it’s surrounded by uncountable numbers of aiъas.”